Psalms 47

1 O clap your hands, all ye peoples. Shout to God with the voice of triumph.

To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. O make a glad noise with your hands, all you peoples; letting your voices go up to God with joy.

2 For Jehovah Most High is awesome. He is a great King over all the earth.

For the Lord Most High is to be feared; he is a great King over all the earth.

3 He subdues peoples under us, and nations under our feet.

He will put down the peoples under us, and the nations under our feet.

4 He chooses our inheritance for us, the glory of Jacob whom he loved. (Selah)

He will give us our heritage, the glory of Jacob who is dear to him. (Selah)

5 God has gone up with a shout, Jehovah with the sound of a trumpet.

God has gone up with a glad cry, the Lord with the sound of the horn.

6 Sing praise to God, sing praises. Sing praises to our King, sing praises.

Give praises to God, make songs of praise; give praises to our King, make songs of praise.

7 For God is the King of all the earth. Sing ye praises with understanding.

For God is the King of all the earth; make songs of praise with knowledge.

8 God reigns over the nations. God sits upon his holy throne.

God is the ruler over the nations; God is on the high seat of his holy rule.

9 The nobles of the peoples are gathered together, the people of the God of Abraham. For the shields of the earth belong to God. He is greatly exalted.

The rulers of the peoples have come together, with the people of the God of Abraham; because the powers of the earth are God's: he is lifted up on high.